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[al:alphacker?

fight music

this kinda music,

use it and you get into do shit

whenever you do some shit, and you can’t refuse it,

just some shit

for these kids to trash thier rooms with

just refuse whenever they asked to do shit, the type pf shit

that you don’t have to ask who produce it, you just know

that’s the new shit, the type of shit that causes mass confusion

and drastic movement of people acting stupid

i come to every club with the intend to do harm

with a prosthetic arm, and smelling like boone farm

hiding under tables as soon as i hear alarms

paranoid thief it to steal from your own mom

kuniving kon, artis with a bomb

strapped tomy stomach screaming.. let’s get it on

a lust that love the drank, drunk driving a tank

rolling over a bank, caps see my and faint, it’s drastic

and i’m passed my limit of coke,

i think i’ll up my high by slitting your throat

pusha baby carriage into the street, till it’s minced meat

your men’s been beat, the minute i step foot on your street

this is fight music!

you wanna know why my hands are so numb(no)

cuz my grandmother sucked my dick and i didn’t cum (oh)

smacked this whore for talking crap (bitch)

so what if she handicapped (what) the bitch said bizarre couldn’t rap

i fuckin’ hate you, i take your drawers down and rape you

while dr. dre videotapes you (hell yeah)

satan got me on this song, eatin a hotdog reading the holy korahn

while i’m on the joan, tired of wearing this yellow thong

take back sisqo, you know where it belongs

now heres a gun, i put in your palm (baw)

now go over there and blow off dru hill’s arms

fuck them love songs

this kinda music,

use it and you get into do shit

whenever you do some shit, and you can’t refuse it,

just some shit

for these kids to trash thier rooms with

just refuse whenever they asked to do shit, the type pf shit

that you don’t have to ask who produce it, you just know

that’s the new shit, the type of shit that causes mass confusion

and drastic movement of people acting stupid

it’s ____, who you gon bring on , who you gon swing on

i’m king kong. i’ll blow you to kingdom come

i’ll show you machine gun fuck, sixteen m16’s, one pump

snupping my paw, shove it in your jaw

have you runnin out this fuckin’ club in your drawers

we lovin the brawls, it’s nothin to applaud

but fuck it it’s all good, the hood is up in us all

it’s fight music

i’m a nigga that love scuffles

and won’t hesitate to sock you again with sowllen knuckles

i’m like that, catch a nigga like bear traps

blow his head back high in front of the precinct (wa wa wa)

i slap your freak, bumb you and won’t speak

if you step on my foot, you got drowned in your own drink

i suffocated my shrink just for talkin

came back and fucked up his pall bearers

and made them drop his coffin, it’s fight music

these beez i’m swingin’em and stingin’em

see all thee niggaz when i step in the club, i’m bringin’em

and any nigga lookin too hard, we rodney king-in em

malice green-in em, and gasoline-in him with premium

light a cigarette and flick it at him and spit it at him

hold up a picture of his family and kicked it at him

blast while you right lookin, right where your wife’s lookin

fuck fight music bitch, this is losin your life music

if i could capture the rage, of today’s youth and bottle it

crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it

and spit it back in the face of you racists

and hypocrites who think the same shit but don’t say shit

you lliberaces, versaces and nazi’s watch me

cuz you figured you got me and this hot seat

you mothafuckers wanna judge me cuz you’re not me

you’ll never stop me, i’m top speed and you pop me

i came to save these new generations of babies

from parents who failed to raise them cuz they lazy

so grow to praise me , i’m makin em go crazy

that’s how i got the whole nation to embrace me

and you fugazy if you think i’m a admit wrong

i’ll cripple any hypocritic critic i’m sicked on

and thi song is for any kid who get’s picked on

a sick song to retaliate to and it’s called

this kinda music,

use it and you get into do shit

whenever you do some shit, and you can’t refuse it,

just some shit

for these kids to trash thier rooms with

just refuse whenever they asked to do shit, the type pf shit

that you don’t have to ask who produce it, you just know

that’s the new shit, the type of shit that causes mass confusion

and drastic movement of people acting stupid

it’s fight music!!

lyric by alphacker?

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